"This is a contract!"
Little-Known Mr. took out several pages and displayed them. "We received an order. They ordered five million worth of goods and signed a fifty-million contract!"
"You may not quite understand what this means. Simply put, as long as we complete the first part—the five-million order—they'll continue ordering fifty million worth of goods from us!"
"And they're offering a very reasonable price, only slightly lower than the market retail price. They don't even require us to cover the shipping costs!"
Little-Known Mr.'s tone was filled with something that could stir people's enthusiasm, and the middle-aged man gradually fell into his rhythm.
In his ears, only one voice echoed—fifty million!
He had no idea what fifty million represented, but he knew that he could never earn that much money in his lifetime! Yet now, there was an opportunity to accomplish what he, his father, his grandfather, and all his ancestors had dreamed of—rising to a higher class.
All he needed to do was make the right choice!
He picked up his coffee and took a nervous gulp. "May I interrupt you for a moment? What goods did they order?"
"A type of..." Little-Known Mr. pondered for a while. "A type of large musical instrument. It's not something people often use here, but who cares?"
"As long as someone wants it and we can produce and sell it, that's enough!"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded. "So what does becoming a shareholder mean?"
Little-Known Mr. held up one finger. "If you're merely lending me the money, you'll only receive a fixed interest payment."
"But if you use the money to buy shares, then we can share the final profits. I estimate they'll be around fifteen to twenty million!"
The middle-aged man swallowed. He had never imagined that business could be